When Siula is captured in a brutal raid by Celtic warriors, she is sustained only by the comfort that comes to her through her dreams of the war raven. Like her ability as a Seer, awareness of the raven is something she has known all her life.

But even that comfort cannot sustain her when she is claimed as the spoils of war by Aidan MacKintire, who is engaged in a desperate struggle for control of his clan. He represents everything Siula fears and distrusts about the Celtic warriors who have devastated her tribe: ambitious, single-minded and merciless. Why is it, then, that when she looks into his silver eyes, she sees the soul of the war raven?

When Siula is captured in a brutal raid by Celtic warriors, she is sustained only by the comfort that comes to her through her dreams of the war raven. Like her ability as a Seer, awareness of the raven is something she has known all her life.

But even that comfort cannot sustain her when she is claimed as the spoils of war by Aidan MacKintire, who is engaged in a desperate struggle for control of his clan. He represents everything Siula fears and distrusts about the Celtic warriors who have devastated her tribe: ambitious, single-minded and merciless. Why is it, then, that when she looks into his silver eyes, she sees the soul of the war raven?

When Siula is captured in a brutal raid by Celtic warriors, she is sustained only by the comfort that comes to her through her dreams of the war raven. Like her ability as a Seer, awareness of the raven is something she has known all her life.

But even that comfort cannot sustain her when she is claimed as the spoils of war by Aidan MacKintire, who is engaged in a desperate struggle for control of his clan. He represents everything Siula fears and distrusts about the Celtic warriors who have devastated her tribe: ambitious, single-minded and merciless. Why is it, then, that when she looks into his silver eyes, she sees the soul of the war raven?